I, I who have nothing

Verse I: Ikon

Intersections in real time
The unbroken circle and dimensions of the mind
The tie that binds
The eternal tie that defines
The vanity of my insanity in due time
Will shine
Like the night seas under the moon
The haunted corners of familiar rooms
Yet i'm consumed
We're vanishing into thin air
The realization that this [bad word] is my cross to bare
So where
Did I think I [bad word] away to see
The people that decided to leave without asking me
But we
Decide to wait for happier tomorrows
And find someone so they can be distractions from our sorrow
But my distractions the books of paper that i scrawl in
I'm eloquent as summer breeze and leaves that have just fallen
I've crawl in a corner hoping all of this will end
With the knowledge that love is just another word for revenge
I who have nothing but [bad word] of my sins
I who have nothing but [bad word] of my friends
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I, I who have nothing
I, I who have no one
I, I who have nothing
I, I who have no one

Verse II: Ikon

As I decay, demons prey above me like a vulture
Ability to endure contradiciton is a high sign of culture
Verbal sculptures, self defacing
It is not God or lunacy that I am facing
But the erasing of the purity and passion of my words
The herds of cattle babble on with talk of the absurd
But I preferred
To walk away from all the feuds
To find my life is more confusing than [bad word] s cube
So i'm subdued
In all my words of verbal prods
To live alone one must be an animal or a God
But it's official
All of my pain is clear as crystal
The natural side of life has now been seeming artificial
But I can hit you
And rest assured that i'ma last words
I could give a [bad word] about ya secrets and ya past words
I can pass words and their ability to hurt you
Patience is a virtue and knowledge is [bad word] I who have nothing but the pain that I refer to
I who have nothing but the pain that I refer to
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Verse III: Ikon

Lost among the miracles, I stand alone
And i've grown into a being that's sitting on top a throne
I've known
For many years that I would turn [bad word] I find a reason for another breath
Before my return to dust
I [bad word] one with science and mathematics and the rising of the sun
I'm numb
To all of those who blind and cannot see
The chastiser of the enemy
Perception requires duality
Inspect ya soul, the color of coal inside the body
I have [bad word] across them who's holy
Send them to the [bad word] to control thee
Burning of the sun and frigidness of the cold
The battle field is new but the war is now old
You can never see the merest shadow of a halo
Above the head of evil djin who's deadly like tornado
The world has [bad word] an aquarium
Full of gaping fish with murderous smiles
I on the other hand stand on the outside looking in
Writing down murderous files
I who have nothing but the lack of variation
And I who have nothing but change and suffocation
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